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Updated 03-07-2010 at 12:14 PM by Dark Cloaked Figure
So, the pathfinder game lastnight was pretty slow and uneventful until the PCs wandered into a huge underground chamber full of muck and mire which was inhabited by a Giant Slug... and coming through the door behind them was a goblin rading party of about 16 goblins... and thier supplies and health were low and thier healer was out of spells. Needless to say It will be next saturday before they get to see how they fair in said encounter.
Not much response or intell from you gamers but I guess I should countinue to write about my RPGame. The game system is based on the number ten.
(A standard d10, will be used in Live.)
Ever thing is based on a number between 1-10. One being the lowest score, and ten being the best score possiable. Its like saying,"On a scale of 1 to 10, how hot is that chick?". Your characters traits (Attributes/ability scores in other games), are based on this 1-10 scale. Here is an example:
The party returned to Waterdeep with the materials, and Heinrich brews them up a batch of 8 potions of invulnerability (lasts 3 rounds each, impervious to any physical damage)
They returned to Undermountain via an entrance in the cellar of the "Black Cat's Ninth Life", a tavern. It's one of three entrances they've found and is closest to Kyra's lair; the drow they rescued from a koa-toa cage trap.
They meet up with her and ask her to take them to the Narbus's
Updated 02-12-2010 at 12:14 AM by Frobozz
Salamanthar’s Campaign – An Eberron Adventure! (Part 4)
998-999 YK, 3rd Sul of Aryth.
Entrance of the Ministry of Magic in Fairhaven, capital city of Aundair
Folding the House Orien receipt and putting it into his pocket Salamanthar approached the Ministry’s imposing front gate.
“Greetings guards; pardon the lateness of the hour but I am…”
“Me no nose yous – yous kneads appoipment ta enta!” demanded the goblin sentry who slightly shook as he stood behind the